The Dedbeats

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The Dedbeats bandcamp page

So I normally do albums only. I’m making an exception for the Dedbeats because
a) I’m biased,
b) I can
and c) I want to.

Singer Rhett runs the open mic down at The Soundhouse on a Tuesday night, a place where I’ve been made to feel most welcome when I’ve gone down. The Dedbeats remind me most of all of an obscure Leicester band from 1991 called Dead End Street, only with more talent and an ability to take the stage (slightly) less wasted. As Ray Davies is Rhetts favourite songwriter, that’s quite apt.

Also, we all love Crazyhead.

 

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Banshee – Caw!

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Somebody’s written a book on the design and creation of experience! Seriously! And its not satire! They haven’t just lost the plot, they’ve thrown it down a well with a whirlpool. Let’s just imagine the scene at ExperienceDesign HQ, where they’re just working on their press release – “Julie, how are our stocks of ‘WowFac’? It’s the big launch next week, and I don’t want to run out. Did we re-stock with ‘Bordum’ and ‘ENwe?’ They’ve been taking a hammering, hence this fucking re-launch anyway. I suppose we should factor in ‘disappointment’ and ‘not what the brochure promised’ – can we source a new supplier of them? The last batch was not as good as advertised. Yes, I’ve just checked our stocks of ‘ad-e-quate’ and ‘we’ll be sure to tell our friends’ – we seem a bit overstocked. Can we hype the experience a bit, shape the experience as well as the expectation? Yes I know that’s the fucking job description, just because it’s a description doesn’t make it true, look at modernism….”

Try to think outside the shocks

Music isn’t mathematical. Mathematics is musical.

At this precise moment in time, your mouth is open wider than your mind.

Banshee website

One Dog Clapping – Internal Route Fury

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Madness!

In many ways, but not all.

So I attempted linearity… actually, scratch that. I did no such thing. What I meant was that I attempted to make sense, but again, it’s just possible that I actually did no such thing.

So what happens when you purposefully take yourself through the void? Internal Route Fury, that’s what. You have to test these Alternarratives against your demons, after all, otherwise they’re a waste of words.

There is actually an overarching plan to all this. And if you believe that, you might just believe that it’s me that’s behind it. And one or more of those statements may only be a half truth at best.

The final instalment in this series will probably be called Glitterheads on the Loose! Because, ladles and gentlespoons, that is exactly what we are.

Matchess – Sacracorpa

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So God plugged the universe in. “Let there,” he began, “be sound.”
And he turned us on.

The splitting of a hair almost always renders it useless

Do the asymmetrical boogie

I’m not working for the man ever again
He makes me sick
Then blames me for breathing the air he polluted!
And as he counts his money that he’ll never spend
I ain’t working for the man ever again

The gravity of our shared destiny is what keeps us in orbit about each other

Mary had a little mammalian cell bioreactor

The children of the thousand eyes
Came back from subject island
They had asbestos hair
And nothing made them frightened

The chief of chalice is currently visually ill

A tone of my own

One Dog Clapping – Alternarratives

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It is 9/9/18, and 9.09 pm (BST) when I click the publish button on Bandcamp. We have entered the time of the new moon. Fittingly, I have ‘Ritual‘ by Fire! Orchestra playing.

Alternarratives is the third album in the ‘Meeting The Changing Landscape’ Series, and the halfway point. It is about, broadly speaking, telling ourselves better stories so that we can head towards the Hills to Die On.

The next album in the series takes a turn back into the void as these better stories wrestle with the demons that would have them remain unspoken, and will be called Internal Route Fury.

 

Trappist Afterland – Se​(​VII​)​en

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Yet another victim of digital violence in a crime that could have been avoided, outright avoidance of the main issue yet again taking its toll on the mainline casualty system. Oh, how we mocked the green warning light, shivering as the timber fell upon our willing flesh, sending it to the complaints department via the cue in the vacuum, which misdirected upswing got in our way yet again – say, if I insert modernity here, will I get a professorship? It makes sense to remain dense in these transparent times, as I don’t want no puppet accosting me as I try to ignore the inevitable. I will not bend my knee to any legacy, as my knee is unbendable, as is my will, cast iron, not doubt, flame driven, not ridden out. And the channels of communication have become so legion and they cross, they cross, they double cross all the time, and so it is impossible to know if the communication is pure or even if it is meant for this outlet or whether another has interfered or outright banished the thought to a silent vent. Silence was invented as an alternative to communication by the alternate community, agreeing on nothing but argument, which became tiresome to all, hence the solution, a liquid which induced silence in all who drank it. They never drank again.

 

Sarah Louise – Deeper Woods

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The universe is as big as the imagination that perceives it

The next horse you see will be dead
The next bones you see will be human
The next omen you see will be laughing

Have you considered a career in the protest business?

I gave up paranoia ages ago when I realised everybody was out to get me. Instead of being anxious about it, I decided to take it as a compliment.

Pain in the farce

Not a wolf in sheep’s clothing
but a wolf that’s eaten so many sheep
the wool is a permanent fixture

Seek and ye shall blind

I’ll happily wear a t-shirt that says “see you tomorrow”
shows off my optimist nature